The Moon in the Well

The Moon's reflection
fits in a brick well,
taking me back to the
original question.
I dream that I'm the first mortal.
I walk barefoot
gazing at galaxies.
The solitude of primitive earth
numbs me with unbearable cold.

The breath of our Creator
blows the tides of the oceans
and I feel the first awe.
Creation unfurls into a mathematical universe.
Space generates stars,
the Moon is a platinum oval.

In the luminescent waters
I descry the Original Cypher.
I'm no longer afraid.
I am the Cypher, the Moon and the Stars.
In our patio's well,
the question and the mystery.

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Río Negro, Argentine Patagonia, ARG

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, T.S. Elliot. Shakespeare, Gongora, Beckett, etc. Many others, such as Cervantes. I have to thank my mother because she read poetry to me from the cradle, so first I learned by memory and soon understood the words. Grammar comes naturally at about 5 years old, without any formal teaching.

Comments

Geezer

5 years 1 month ago

I was intrigued...

by the image of the moon in a well. It colored the whole of the poem for me. I imagined the first sentient being looking at the reflection of the moon in a pool of water and the wonderment of it; beginning the story of human kind and where they came from. ~ Geezer.
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Gracy

5 years 1 month ago

Thank you, Jerry, for coming

Thank you, Jerry, for coming over to comment. I wrote it long ago, perhaps while still at university, because we studied cosmology. I went to uni when I was in my forties, so that would not be THAT long ago!
I remembered the old brick well on an estancia that my father administered. The well was in the middle of a pink tiled patio and one could really see the moon inside it.
The rest is imagination.
Regards to you and Lynda, keep safe.

Gracy

5 years 1 month ago

Thank you, Gee, for

Thank you, Gee, for commenting. It's a bit of a stretch of the imagination, but there 'tis. Perhaps I could fit the pool of water into the poem, you've given me a good idea. Will think about it, thanks so much.

c lynn brooks

5 years 1 month ago

Gracy

wow you just blew me away I love the anaolgy

Gracy

5 years 1 month ago

Thank you, lynn. Did I really

Thank you, lynn. Did I really blow you away? Nice of you to say so, sending good vibes from Argentina, keep safe.

Lavender

5 years 1 month ago

The Moon

Hi, Gracy,
How magical - " I descry the Original Cypher." For me this line escalated the entire spiritual experience!
Thank you,
L

Gracy

5 years 1 month ago

Thank you, Lavender. I don't

Thank you, Lavender. I don't remember how that occurred to me. 'Twas long ago, this poem. Yes, it's spiritual and I'm glad it reached you.
All the best. xxx

Gracy

5 years 1 month ago

Hello Teddy, thanks so much

Hello Teddy, thanks so much for reading and commenting. I remember the moon shining in a well that was in the patio of an old ranch house.
From that memory, somehow this poem was born.
All the best to you and your family.